It was Earth Day weekend and it was so splendid in the park. So green. So pink were those cherry blossoms. And grass. Green. Green. And people kite flying and running and playing soccer n the Longs Meadow and I hear there was some gigantic American flag parchute out there. Never found it but that’s OK.
The day it was so idyllic like something out of, what, our memories of spring in Park Slope in seasons past. Something from Monet or Seurat, something from another century but with new age techno bikes, Healey’s, skates, Razrs, bugaboos, 21st Century looking people basking in their first sunny, warm day at the playground — the sand, the swings, balloons, the toddlers running…
It was the park, the park, omigod, the park.
I spent time in the park on both Saturday and Sunday…I couldn’t believe how many people were out, how many spotted colorful clumps of families and friends covered the meadows, the number of families grilling, the six ultimate frisbee games. Don’t forget the circus either – a giant blue and yellow big top from which emanated the cheers and laughter of the audience.
It was definitely a heartening moment that the sentimental past we all often think about is often still here.